This weekend was a good one. I got my paper done on Saturday and went to Chili's with the girls that night. On Sunday, I just did some school work and relaxed. On Monday, I got my test back from Spanish Literature. I passed, but it's one of those things where I don't really know if I should have. I feel guilty for getting a B because if I were grading that, I would have given it a C, tops. A C+ and below is considered not passing in this program, by the way. There were only 7 questions on the test, and three of them had huge question marks covering the whole paragraph. I mean, I'm happy that I passed, but the professor admits that she doesn't understand our American grading system. I can't help but feel stupid. You know, someone last year called this program "Master's Light". It's the "easy" way to get your Master's. It's hard only for these 4 weeks, but pretty much everybody passes every class, even if they really suck at it. So anyway, I don't know if that sits right with me. I'm an extremely honest person, and I feel guilty having something that I may not have deserved.
Tuesday definitely did not start of very well. My first class of the day starts at 8:00. Guess what time we left the house? 8:02. Guess what time I got to school? 8:22. This is my class of 5 students, so it's not like nobody notices when I walk in late. Needless to say, I came in after the professor, who usually arrives at 8:10 or 8:15 at the latest. I was extremely embarrassed and pretty upset. That night, I decided that I had to talk to Valerie to let her know that I'd like to walk to school in the mornings from then on. I was so nervous because I didn't want her to feel bad. But I mean....20 minutes? That can't happen. I just told her that I arrived so late, and I was worried that it was going to start affecting my grade, so it would be best if I walked. I made sure to thank her over and over for being willing to take me. But I felt so bad because I don't know if she quite understood. I don't know if I hurt her feelings or not. I haven't seen her since. It's so awkward!
Today I got a test back that I took in my culture class, and I did well. All I have left for that is my presentation on Monday, which I can do pretty poorly on and still get an A in the class. On the way home today I was walking with 2 girls and they noticed this little weasel of a guy walking a little too close behind us. I loved how they were so aware and that I'm not the only paranoid one. We started walking the normal way home, the way without many people, and we noticed that he was on the other side of the street. We stopped to see if he would keep going. But he stopped too and pretended to talk to some taxi driver. We thought...hmmm maybe we should take the old way home on the busy sidewalks. We started walking that way, and noticed that he crossed the street and started following us again. We stopped again and pretended to talk about something, and he did end up passing us while looking out of the corner of his eye. After a little while, we turned around and headed back the quiet way home. They decided to take a cab, and I decided to go to the gym, which was right there anyway. The end. Sorry it wasn't more exciting.
Only 5 days of classes left (and one class on Saturday), and I'm done!
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